Luna Unknown

The Scent of Ice

        The witch -I mean Jenny- said that my mate was in high school. I laughed. I had one of those weird mates who liked to go through the process of high school over and over again. Or I just had a young she-wolf to deal with. Which was okay with me. More likely to be a virgin. Werewolves age much slower than humans, and after finishing high school the first time, I see no point in going back. My body clock stops around the age of 20 anyways. So I still had about a year to grow. That thought excited me.

    Several of my pack brothers have gone through high school a few times. Whether it be for the free food, the girls, or the constant same repeating knowledge, I'll never understand. And here I am, enrolling myself into a high school in central f*****g suburbia. 

    Something that I don't understand is that Jenny said that my mate lived closer to me than I would think. Yet I'm several counties away in the suburbs enrolling in this high school that she told me to enroll in. It was a fact that she threw in right as I was leaving through the door. "Oh! Belle View! The high School! I don't know why, but you need to go there." and then she smugly smiled, and sent me away.

    The high school is so typical. Colors of red and white everywhere, resembling school spirit. Plastic shallow women staring into cell phones, dudes who drive fancy cars with hair gel caked on like it's f*****g glue, teachers just trying to survive on a minimum salary, and a gross relationship between them all; co-existing.

    I'm standing far off into the parking lot. I don't know who I'm looking for exactly. If I'm being honest, I'm looking more at the ground and the sky through my sunglasses than I am at individual women. Part of me doesn't want to know about this mate. I hate giving away pieces of my power. To anyone or anything. That's the main reason I never had a pet growing up. If it died, I would become sad. And weak. The mating bond is so much more of what you can have compared to a county fair goldfish or a rabbit that you keep inside of your cage. My brothers describe it as a being both physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually connected to someone. Basically, if the Moon Goddess is setting you up with someone, it's meant to be. There have been tales of rejection, but in those stories all of the wolves who are the rejecters become absolute assholes and killing machines after they reject their mate. The rejectees however, almost completely lose their lives. Being rejected to a bond made my Mother Moon must feel like the worst kick in the ass. Which is why if I do see this woman- I will not be showing my face to her.  Just in case I need to reject. I love my freedom. Only the Mother Moon herself could change my mind. I am curious as to who she picked out for me though, so I stand far away, skimming the crowd, waiting for a feeling. Or an epiphany. Or anything that screams the word "mate." I'm mostly looking at the dark haired girls. Nothing against blondes, I've just statistically seen more dark haired she-wolfs than I have blonde. Although there was this one blonde wolf that I had seen while running with my parents a few years back. Her wolf was beautiful and a mixture of blonde and white. As a human, she was also stunning. Why couldn't she had been my mate?

        I was close to giving up, to considering the witch was playing a joke on me. I opened my Jeep door about to climb in, when it hit me. The scent. I had never experienced this scent before. It was aromatic. Woodsy, yet sweet at the same time. It's hard for me to make this sound like a good thing, but if you made a Sandalwood smoothie, and then added all of the worlds sweetest fruits into the mix, you would come close to the scent enveloping all around me. trapping me in place. School started five minutes ago, The parking lot mostly clear except for a few slackers obviously not worried about getting to class on time. And i had already seen all of those. So what gives? I turned around, and that's when I saw her.

    Just pulling up into the parking lot, late. In the passenger seat. WITH ANOTHER GUY?! f**k. okay, okay. maybe this is a good thing. I can't lose my s**t. I more than likely plan on rejecting this girl. So I watch and try to fight the fire of jealousy coursing through my wolf. "She's not mine", I tell myself.

    She steps out of the car, having to lift herself out from how short the car is. I laugh to myself about that until a brisk of wind rolls through the air in my direction and that sweet smells surrounds me like a spell. f**k, they should make candles out of her smell.

    She waits for her guy, whoever he is, to get out of the car also before she starts walking up. How robotic. When she started walking, there was no force on this earth that could pull my eyes away from her. She was tall like a model, long legs that flowed up into a nice round ass. Her waist was thin and led up to breasts that accommodated her frame perfectly. She looked like a ballerina in just the movement of her legs. Her arms were thin, but not scrawny. An athletic type. I could get into that. "No, NO!" I told my inner wolf.  I was wrong about her being a brunette. Her hair was long blonde, flowing like if it were out of a commercial for shampoo. Her lips were plump and red. eyes the color of ice framed by thick eye lashes. Staring at her, my body startled to tingle and feel heat. "mate" I had heard deep inside of my brain.

    So this is it. This is what discovering your mate is. My given mate was nothing short of impressive. Her body was one of the best I had ever seen, and her face was something that models would cower under. Without a doubt, the most glorious woman I had ever seen. So beautiful she had an almost white aura glowing around her. My inner wolf got lost into thoughts of throwing her soft small body onto the wooded grounds. Edging myself deep inside of her and marking her neck, claiming her as my own. 

    "f**k. Stop it, Damen. get your s**t together. You are better alone." I said to myself. I was doing a lot of talking to myself these days. I wanted to know more about her. Had to know more about her. My wolf wouldn't rest until I knew that I was doing the right thing, for me. They were several feet away from the school still walking and I decided to follow her scent. That amazing scent. I stayed a few feet behind just in case she decided to look back. She couldn't see me. Then she would know about us being mates. They were chatting about something so boring that I couldn't bring myself to listen. Nor did I want to know anything about her from him. There were a few steps coming up along the path, and while they stepped, What's-his-face put his hand ON HER LOWER back. His hand only remained there for a moment, and more than likely just to help her step up, but those entire 3 seconds were enough to make me see absolute blank and hold a growl deep within me. Couldn't startle them and have them looking back.

    I was barely holding myself together, the sweet scent and seeing her beautiful body walking in front of me was the glue holding me steady. I was trying to focus on her scent more so. The less that I thought about f*****g her, the better. Hmm. that scent. I thought to myself deeply about the ingredients of that sweet scent. And then a little lightbulb registered in my brain. This girl smelled amazing, yes. She was beautiful, yes. She smelled of the woods in a genuine suburbia, yes. But, did she smell like a wolf? No. she did not. I started panicking within my own self, taking long, slow sniffs. Trying to process any scent of a wolf anywhere possible. and I stopped in my tracks. Stunned. It couldn't f*****g be. MY MATE WAS A f*****g HUMAN? A HUMAN?

    The red heated fury started at my feet, flowing up my entire body until I was clenching my muscles so hard that I couldn't even feel them anymore. My skin turning the most red shade I have ever seen. A f*****g human. That's what was so funny. That's why that b***h never shut up with her stupid laughing. She knew all along. I looked up at the sky, cursing the Moon Goddess. This what I get for dominating any enemy thrown my way? For being the strongest, best Alpha to ever roam the Earth? A measly, weak little human. I started laughing to myself like maniac. The irony of all of this was enough to make me completely lose my s**t. I seriously can't believe it. There was no one around to hear me, and even if there were, f**k em. This is my tragedy to live. 

    I struggled within myself for a moment. Now I would surely have to reject her. And I would have to make sure that that stupid witch kept her trap shut if any of my brothers were to ask about this. Maybe there was no need to reject her. Typically from what I've heard, when rejecting a mate, you have to tell them face to face. It's all about making you see the hurt that you cause them, and living with it for the rest of your life. But those were all she-wolves. This girl was human. There was no way in telling if she even felt the mating connection or would feel completely dismembered when I did reject her. Still, I should probably go through with it anyways. If not to make myself feel better about saying that I rejected someone and still remained the strongest Alpha, this girl probably deserved the truth. Even if she didn't understand it.

    I walked into school and the halls were completely empty. I was looking at my schedule about to start heading to my second time at a first class, when I heard a roaring crowd coming from the gymnasium. f**k, that's right. The counselor told me at registration that they were holding a pep rally on the first day. Pep rallies were so stupid. A firework of hormones and school spirit. However, the entire gym smelled of her, and I knew she was there. So that's where I needed to be. 

    I snuck in through a back door behind the bleachers. I wasn't in hiding anymore, I just didn't feel like walking through the middle of a pep rally. The bleachers were jam packed already with screaming people, "Go Buccaneers!" s**t, give me a break. I found a spot off to the side underneath the bleachers, surprised that there weren't hormonal students making out here already. the cheerleaders were doing whatever cheerleaders do. Throwing each other around and making Vs with their legs and such. Didn't understand the sport, doesn't mean that I mind watching the skirts do their thing. I was watching through a crack, in a spot that I had found for viewing between some people's feet. I saw her again. My blue eyed, blonde goddess. Damn it, I mean my human mate.

    Being a cheerleader, she was wearing a cheerleading uniform. That skirt would have already been too short on someone a normal height, with her long legs the skirt practically covered nothing. The red and white stripes of her uniform gave me a perfect view of the curves that shaped her. I wanted to rub my fingers on those curves.

    I had to snap out of those thoughts. It must be a part of the mating thing. It's never been this hard for me to ignore a female before. Especially a weak little human. As I'm having these thoughts to myself, still staring at my glorious ballerina, I notice again the length of her skirt. I notice how many other guys are noticing the length of her skirt. The rage that I felt in the parking lot starts to creep up within my veins, when I see blondie land on her feet after a flip, signaling the music to stop. The cheerleaders all start to run out of view. "yes, get out of view like that. get out of all of these other guys views." my inner wolf screams at her. Correction, all of the cheerleaders leave except for 3. One of them being mine.

    My unwanted mate stands in the middle of the three holding a microphone. She was the most beautiful out of the three, even though they were all different shades of blonde. She was probably the best looking woman here, If I had to put money on it.

    She was smiling with notecards in her hand, revealing beautifully straight white teeth. I didn't know that a human could look so amazing. I had never seen one so stunning in all of my life. "Thank you all for being here today," Her voice was soft and yet as pure as crystal-" I know getting up at six am is awful, but we all did it! Go us!" The crowd started cheering. She let them roar for a moment before continuing. "As most of you know, Mr. Keller got really sick last year so he couldn't be here for our end of the year pep rally to accept his award, so on my and the entire school boards' behalf, give it up for Mr. Keller! Teacher of the year!" The crowd was once again roaring loudly, As I saw who was presumably Mr. Keller walk up my mate, and accept a small plastic golden trophy from her. Their fingers touched and I had to remind my wolf, once again, that she was not Ours. Mr. Keller was attractive, I guess you could say. Attractive for a teacher. Hadn't lost a lot of his hair and didn't dress like total s**t. Maybe that's why I got so pinned with jealousy when I saw her eye sparkle when she looked at him. He better be one damn good teacher or I'll rip his f*****g throat out.

    After Mr. Keller accepted his award and made his way back down to the bleachers, My mate continued to talk and make announcements, mostly about school lunch and sorts of other s**t involving school activities that I wanted no part of. However maybe I would be interested if it meant I got to be near her smell and body all day. f**k, shut up Damen.

    Minutes went by before she talked into the microphone and said "And again, thank you all for being here today! This school year is going to rock! That's all we have for today-" She was cut off by a the blonde to her right. She covered the microphone with her hand so that they could whisper amongst themselves in front of the entire school. The right winged one was smiling evilly, with an obvious look of influence flowing through her voice. My mate was making an extremely disappointed face, staring at the ground as though her friend was breaking her apart word by word. I couldn't understand what was happening. Suddenly without warning, She looked up from the ground, with one of the fakest smiles I had ever seen on a human. Or anyone for that matter. Her mood seemingly to instantly switch from whatever turmoil she was just publicly experiencing. 

    She took the microphone and held it up, shooting her friend to the right a glare that looked like it had been carved by demons. "Actually, As Rebecca was so kind to remind me, I almost forgot something. Screen Please?" She looked around the gym as if looking for something, when a large white screen dropped down from the ceiling. She waited for the screen to be completely descended before the right girl, now known as Rebecca, held a remote and clicked on the projector coming from behind the bleachers as the lights went out. "As you all know, we already celebrated our Teacher of the Year. Now we must celebrate none other, than our student of last year!" There goes the roaring crowd. I can see why she was a cheerleader. Barely speaking got an entire school body to act like hyenas. 

    A slideshow started, at first they were regular school photos of a heavier set girl with very short curly brown hair and glasses. After the third school photo, they got more scandalous. One was with the heavy  girl eating and ice cream cone, the ice cream dripping all over the front of her shirt like a toddler. The next was of her in a locker room, mid trying to get out of her shirt. The face she was making sent the crowd into a frenzy. The next slide, possibly the worst one, was a video. Someone was holding a camera phone walking into the bathroom. By the voices in the background, I could tell that they were Rebecca and my mate. you hear them giggling as they open the door. They move down to the last stall, which is closed. "Excuse me, I don't know whos there but would you mind handing me some toilet paper under the stall?" says a voice within the stall. Then the girls burst out into laughter, throwing rolls upon rolls of toilet paper over top of the stall. you see the stall door open and out comes the heavy set girl, still trying to pull up her pants and dodging all of the toilet paper being thrown at her. She can't keep up with both tasks, her pants not coming up around her thighs, exposing her granny panties, and eventually causing her to trip. The entire time she was down, both girls were still throwing rolls of toilet paper at her as she cried. I look over at my mate, to examine her, and she is not laughing and smiling with the other girls around her. The room is dark so no one can tell, but her face seems as though she were the one being embarrassed, not the one causing it. The slideshow ended and the lights came on. Rebecca now having the microphone practically screams "Give it up for your Student of the Year! Martha Gobs!" With the lights now on, I hadn't noticed that the fake smile had returned to my mates face. What in the f**k was going on?

    Next you see Martha, holding onto all of her belongings, making her way down the bleachers ignoring all of the taunts and laughter going on around her. When her foot makes contact with the gymnasium floor, she makes the mistake of turning and looking back. The tears were flowing out of her eyes. She starts to cut through the cheerleaders, to the main door. The cheerleaders fall in a circle laughing around her. The Rebecca girl gives the signal, a gesture with her hand, and almost everyone in the bleachers started to throw full rolls of toilet paper at her. She started to run slowly from the rolls being flown at her from every direction, and fell on the floor. The cheerleader who was standing with my mate and Rebecca is now standing over Martha with a cell phone, recording yet another agony in her life. This poor, poor girl. Was my mate always such a heartless b***h? Is this what she did for fun? tormenting other people? How could this be? Was I not as worthy of an Alpha as I thought? To get a f*****g human mate more sadistic than the devil himself? All of this made rejecting her that much easier. Other than the scent that made my d**k swell and the face and body that made my brain get lost, This human is absolutely nothing that I want in a mate. I needed to reject her. And fast.

    Several teachers had to stop the commotion and help Martha get out of view. The students were riled. An old woman who appeared to be the cheer coach got all of those evil bitches out of there, all except for two. My evil, unwanted mate and Rebecca. 

    An older man with white hair and glasses stepped up to the microphone. Students, I am so incredibly sorry about all of that. The ones responsible WILL be dealt with!" He shot a glare at the cheerleading coach. he obviously knew who the culprits were. "Now, With that being said, I know that most of you are returning students from last year. However I see several new faces in the crowd. I invite-no I demand- that you meet with the welcoming committee outside of the auditorium once this assembly ends. We just need to have you receive our new student pamphlets and you will be given a tour of the school by someone on the committee. Now, let's all stay safe, out of trouble, and try to make the most out of our school year. Go Buccaneers, you're all dismissed."

    The students started piling from the bleachers out of all directions towards the door leading outside of the gymnasium. I lost my mate amongst the crowd, but as long as I could smell her scent, I could find her eventually. I decided to stay under the bleachers until the gym was completely empty. I wasn't lying when I said I was out of hiding, I just prefer to deal with as few people, well humans, as possible. And now I had to go deal with a whole damn welcoming committee. Great.

    The welcoming committee was suppose to meet the new students like myself outside of the auditorium. I looked at the map of the school and realized it wasn't far. Just a few hallways away. As I walked out of the gym doors, that sweet scent captivated me. I followed it not realizing I was also following the directions towards the auditorium. The scent was becoming stronger, more unignorable. She must be in a class nearby. I spotted a group of people, obviously the welcoming committee and the new students. I made my way walking towards them, when I saw her. Still in that short uniform handing out new student pamphlets. f**k. Miss Popular was also on the welcoming committee? After what I just saw, she was anything but welcoming. I was about to dart and go a different way, when I felt her gaze meet mine. Her eyes started at my feet, taking in my combat boots, working their way up from my torn jeans to my tight black t-shirt. I liked wearing tight shirts. I had the body for tight shirts. Her eyes lingered on my chest for a moment. I could sense the wonder in them. Was she fantasizing about my chest? And then she looked up. For the first time, I locked eyes with my mate. What wonderous eyes that they were. They looked like diamonds chiseled out of the color of the sky. Her stare was making my muscles tense. I was becoming weak under her gaze. My member about went full hard when I saw her jaw drop, her lifting it back up by biting her bottom lip. f**k. I should be biting those lips. it felt as though she could see through me, as if she knew that we were mates. We were staring into each others eyes for so long now, I wasn't aware that it had become weird. I was reminded when her friend tapped onto her shoulder, breaking the gaze. "Jeez Sarah, drool much?" So her name was Sarah. What an awful name. It screamed of privilege. I can't think of a single Sarah that I've ever found to be a good person. Moon Goddess, you got me again. "He's a new kid. Haven't figured out his name yet. Don't worry though, I won't tell Colton about your staring problem." she smiled fakely at my mate- Sarah- before walking down the hallway towards me. "Hey cutie, let me know if you ever need any after school welcoming." she said loud enough for everyone to hear as she was passing me, giving me a wink. I smiled at her attempt and returned my gaze to Sarah. Who was now making an expression that I couldn't quite gage, but I knew that it was pure anger. Her fists were balled at her sides and her face hadn't seemed so red before. Was that mean girl hatred... or was that...jealousy? The thought got me curious. If she were jealous, maybe she had some of the mating qualities after all. That didn't make me feel better about possibly rejecting her. Wait, Possibly? What was I talking about? This is exactly why I never should have tried to find my mate. I was fine yesterday, making out with a beautiful Camilla. Today I'm already considering throwing my life away for a fragrance and a pair of legs. HUMAN LEGS. I had to get out of here. I had to reevaluate. Come up with a new plan. I couldn't be around the ice queen for one more moment. My brain and d**k didn't work right when she was around. Before I knew it I was sprinting out of the school doors and into my wolf form, heading home where the only eyes I would see would be brown and I could live with clarity. Hopefully by tomorrow, I would have a plan. I don't want to do this high school thing any longer than I have to. I can't around be around her.